Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Several rays of light were extremely bright, so dazzling that it was almost unbearable for people's eyes, as if all the light in the world was gathered on these flying swords. These flying swords were like bright meteors across the night sky, dragging gorgeous tails, with an unmatched majestic momentum, brazenly tearing through the dark night that was as thick as ink and seemed to be able to ruthlessly swallow all things in the world. These flying swords carried an extremely sharp aura, which was as majestic as the vast galaxy, shocking to the extreme, like a surging, unstoppable torrent, suddenly falling rapidly towards the bottom with the force of thunder.

"Swish, swish, swish", the flying sword cut through the sky as fast as lightning. Its speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of people's imagination and was jaw-dropping.

The extreme speed seemed to have stopped time at that moment, reaching an extraordinary and astonishing level.

As dull thunder-like sounds were heard, these flying swords pierced into the ground that was as hard as steel. Under the powerful and terrifying impact, the solid ground trembled slightly, as if expressing awe of this powerful force.

In an instant, a small burst of fine dust seemed to be greatly disturbed, and it fluttered up like lively elves with life.

The dust slowly spread like smoke and fog, gradually covering the entire area. The dust made the world seem to be covered by a mysterious veil, making it impossible to see the real scene, and adding a mysterious atmosphere.

Several figures with graceful and otherworldly temperaments were like immortals who had gracefully descended from the unreachable clouds of the sky to the mortal world. Their figures were as light as catkins dancing in the breeze, and every movement was smooth and natural, full of elegance and ease, and they landed gracefully.

Some of them landed on the hilts of the flying swords accurately. Their postures were as steady as a mountain. No matter how the air currents around them surged and rushed, they did not shake at all. Their sleeves fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound, which sounded like the chanting of immortals, full of mysterious charm.

They exude a unique and otherworldly aura, which seems to have an invisible magic that can attract everything around them. This aura is like bright starlight, illuminating the surrounding space, making people involuntarily fall for it and be fascinated.

They stood there quietly, their eyes silently cast towards the towering, majestic mountain in the distance. The mountain rose straight into the sky, and its majestic momentum was like the surging and endless waves, one after another, continuous, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.

It is like a magnificent bridge connecting heaven and earth, carrying the mysterious power between heaven and earth; it is also like a giant standing upright, exuding endless majesty, making people afraid to look at it, and a feeling of awe wells up in their hearts.

There was a flash of greed that was difficult to conceal in their eyes. That greed was like a raging flame in the darkness, burning fiercely in their eyes, as if to burn everything to ashes.

It seemed that in those high mountains, there were endless precious treasures hidden. Those treasures shone with alluring light, and every ray of light seemed to contain endless mysterious secrets and rare opportunities.

These treasures are like sleeping beasts, quietly waiting for them to bravely explore and discover. The mysterious light seems to be silently calling them, tempting them to move forward step by step to uncover the mysterious veil hidden in the mountains.

At this critical moment, a snow-white crane slowly descended from the sky in an extremely elegant posture. Its feathers were as pure as the most flawless snowflakes in the world, and each of them sparkled with a crystal-clear luster, which was like a dazzling gem. Under the sunlight, it reflected colorful light, which was dreamlike and beautiful. Its posture was graceful and poetic, and every movement was full of artistic beauty, which was amazing.

A mysterious and extraordinary light flashed by, and the light was as colorful as a dream, making people feel as if they were in a world full of fantasy. Under the cover of this light, the crane instantly turned into a human figure. This person was Zhang Tianzun, and his appearance made the already subtle atmosphere at the scene even more complicated.

He exudes a mysterious and profound unique aura, which seems to come from the mysterious power of ancient times, with a sense of vicissitudes and heaviness. This aura is like an ancient spell, which makes people feel a deep awe for him involuntarily, as if they are facing a high god, and they can't help but want to worship him.

Nezha's eyes were as sharp as a blade, staring closely at every subtle expression on Zhang Tianzun's face. His eyes seemed to have a strong penetrating power, as if he wanted to see through Zhang Tianzun's face completely, and would not let go of even the slightest change. His originally serious face became even more solemn at this moment, like a huge volcano about to erupt, which contained endless powerful power and raging anger. His face was so gloomy that it seemed to drip water, and his anger was like a tsunami that was about to erupt, as if it could erupt at any time and burn everything to ashes. He took firm and powerful steps indifferently, and each step was accompanied by an unswerving determination. The steps were steady and powerful, as if the earth was shaking under his feet. Not long after, he came to Zhang Tianzun. Then, he asked loudly: "What does Zhen Yuanzi mean? Are you going to go against the Heavenly Court?" His voice was as loud as a bell, reverberating in the vast air, and the voice was full of strong questioning and deep dissatisfaction. This sound seemed to have a powerful force that could shake people's hearts and seemed to shake the entire world.

Hearing this, Zhang Tianzun's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a cold sneer full of disdain. His eyes were as cold as frost, and that look seemed to be able to freeze people instantly, making people shudder. He stared at the child in front of him quietly, his eyes full of contempt. Slowly, he said: "Children, are you all so rude? Is this how you call your elders? My fellow Taoist, Zhen Yuanzi is the ancestor of human immortals and the great leader of our world, and you call him by his name like this. Then I might as well call you by your name. I see that you have a temper as bad as a ferocious tiger, and you are wearing a bellyband, just like a childish child who has not yet been weaned. If I am not mistaken, you should be Nezha from Li Jing's family."

Zhang Tianzun's words were full of sarcasm and contempt. His tone was cold and arrogant, as if he was teaching a naughty child a lesson. Every word he said was like a sharp sword, piercing straight at Nezha, making people feel angry. Every syllable in his words seemed to carry a bone-chilling chill, making people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.